Wednesday, September 25, 2013

A Fall Song, Golden and Red

Ruby Dome, Nevada, Jean Hart
Fall, autumn, harvest, cool air, shorter days, pumpkin in the air.
A Fall Song
by Ellen Robena Field
Golden and red trees
Nod to the soft breeze,
As it whispers, "Winter is near,"
And the brown nuts fall
At the wind's loud call,
For this is the Fall of the year. 
         For me this is the best season. I offend wondered why the new year does not begin now. It has always felt like a new begin in Sept. That is when school begins. It is when I got married. There is so much to do before winter comes.
Soft breezes filled with the dropping of leaves.
It's time to put away the carpi's and bring out the sweaters.
Be Inspired,